I see you standing in a stranger's doorway,

every day, as I'm walking by.

You just wait there for something to happen.

You just wait there. You're wasting time.

Some old soul, you're giving me the side-eye.
You're well-dressed, contemporary attire.

Every day, you wait there for someone to grab you.

Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Everyone was poison, pure and true.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.

Everyone was pointed straight for you.

Someone's job is spitting on the small man.
Someone's job is holding him down.
Someone's job is cleaning up the sidewalk.
Someone's job is cleaning the town.

Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.

Every word was poison, pure and true.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Everyone was pointed straight for you.

Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.